Hand in my pocket

Some sort of uneasiness and restlessness has parked itself inside of me but I can’t really pin it down. I woke up again from strange dreams, somehow disturbing yet not really bad dreams, several times in the course of the morning hours, starting at five or so. By the time it was seven o’clock and time to get up, I was tired and unhappy. Cappucino and some fried “eggwitches” (with cheddar cheese) made me feel slightly better, boyfriend’s reassuring and empathetic hug and kiss even more so.

Halfway to work the USB drive in my car was done with Aerosmith and started playing Alanis Morissette, the old album Jagged Little Pill that I used to listen to back when I was working on my Master’s and used to go to this gym in our appartment building for a midday workout. The lyrics came flowing from the back of my head even though I haven’t listened to those songs for at least ten years, probably more.

Somehow Alanis’ Hand in My Pocket fit my morning mood quite well. The world’s not ready yet, I’m not ready yet, life is in constant change and I don’t have to have everything figured out just yet.

I’ve got one hand in my pocket, and the other one is holding a coffee cup ;)

[grrr… I couldn’t even figure out how to embed the video here; the embedded iframe did not work!]

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